Page 25 of The Game Changer

Johnathan

Standing on the stage as the auctioneer called out bids as paddles were constantly popping up around the room was a bit crazy to watch. I kept my eyes on Jill, making sure she kept her end of our little agreement. I’ve known a few other guys who’ve participated in events like this and had their girlfriends do the exact same thing. Kept them from having an awkward date with someone they don’t know, but the charity still got the benefit of the donation.

I knew the amount of the bids were starting to make Jill worry, so when she stood up and shouted out twenty-five grand, my chin about hit the ground. I loved every second of her doing it, and damn if her determination wasn’t sexy as all get out.

“Are you ready to get out of here?” I ask Jill as the event starts to wind down. We’ve mingled and done our part to support the charity. Now I want to take my girl home and watch as her dress hits the floor. Not that it doesn’t look smoking hot on her, but I think it will look even better on my bedroom floor.

“Yes, let me just say goodbye to Julia and Beckett,” she says. We make our way over to where they’re talking with a few other attendees.

“Good seeing you,” Beckett says, offering his hand for me to shake. We became pretty good friends over this last season. First, with him moving in with me for a while, and then, just from being teammates. He’s one damn good goalie and the Eagles organization is lucky to have signed him. He’ll definitely be a good asset to the team for many seasons to come.

“You too, I’m sure we’ll see each other around sooner than later,” I tell him. If things keep going the way they are between Jill and I, I can foresee many double dates and hanging out together happening

“Yeah, things are going good between the two of you?” he asks.

“Yeah, we’re enjoying one another. Things are getting semi-serious at this point. We’re probably more in the serious category ,” I tell him. I know he fought his attraction to Julia for a few months, mainly because her dad is his goalie coach and he didn’t think he’d approve. I’m guessing he got over that fear considering he proposed a few days ago and she said yes.

“Well, good luck with that,” he muses, smacking me on the back as we watch the girls hug goodbye.

“Thanks,” I call out over my shoulder to him as I step forward, accepting Jill’s outstretched hand. I link our fingers together and let her lead me through the crowd and out to the parking lot. Once at my truck, I hit the unlock button on the key fob in my pocket, but before I open the passenger door, I back Jill against it, boxing her in with my body.

I drop my lips to her neck, finding her pulse pounding against my touch. “This dress has had me half hard all night,” I say before I lightly suck on her neck, leaving the lightest mark possible. “I’ve wanted to strip you out of it since you first put it on all those hours ago,” I say, skimming my lips up the column of her exposed neck and along her jaw. I ghost along her cheek until my lips find hers. I press my hard body into hers, my cock aching as it swells against my zipper and her belly. “Are you ready for me to take you home and fuck you? Maybe on the counter, or against the wall?” I whisper into her ear as I grind my pelvis against hers. A moan escaped her lips, followed by a gasp as her own hips rotated into mine.

“Yes,” Jill moans into my neck. My cock twitches again from her breath hitting my skin. I back up, pulling her with me so that I can open the truck door and help her up into it. Once she’s secure, I quickly make my way around the front and hop into the driver seat.

I don’t think I abide by any posted speed limit sign as I drive us back to my place. With one hand on the steering wheel, my right one finds a place on her thigh. The way the slit in her dress falls, it exposes her leg fully to me. I have to keep myself from letting my hand drift too high while I’m driving. I don’t need to crash into anything and really mess up my plans for the rest of the night.

“Race you upstairs.” Jill smiles over at me. Her hand is already posed on the door handle as I park in my assigned garage spot.

“You sure about that?” I ask, a smirk pulling at the corners of my mouth.

“It’s on!” she calls as she jumps down and takes off for the elevator. I quickly catch up to her, sliding my arm around her waist as I pull her flush against my front. My cock rubs against her ass and lower back as I splay my hand across her belly. Thank fuck the elevator doors slide open at that moment and it arrives empty. We walk in together, still fully touching. I hit the button for my floor, then turn my attention back to Jill. She watches me in the reflection of the metal wall. I push her hair off one shoulder then lower my lips to the newly exposed skin. I trail my lips from her shoulder, up her neck, alternating between sucking, nipping, and kissing the skin as I go along. I suck her earlobe between my lips, grazing my teeth along it. I can feel her body tense with each one of my movements. Her skin puckers with goose bumps as I work my way around it, teasing and building her up.

The doors slide open behind me. I quickly spin Jill around, lifting her up and into my arms in one quick movement.

“John!” she shrieks as I walk as quickly as I can down the hall and to my door.

“Pull the keys from my pocket,” I tell her, and feel as her hand snakes down and slips into my pocket, pulling them out. She slides the key into the lock, and I swear they are the longest fucking seconds of my entire life. Longer than the last ten seconds before the final buzzer the multiple times I’ve won the Stanley Cup, longer than it takes my slapshot to make it from the top of the zone into the back of the net. “Come on, woman, open the damn door,” I practically growl as she turns the lock.

“You need to be patient,” she teases me as the door swings open. I carry her over the threshold, kicking the door closed behind me. I spin around, locking the deadbolt and pinning Jill up against the door. I let her slide down my body, making sure she feels every single inch of my hardness as she does.

“I’ll teach you patience,” I tell her as my lips connect with her skin. She’s not going to know what hit her by the time I let her come tonight.

With one hand, I gather both of hers, pinning them to the door above her head. I trail my lips down her neck, across her collar bone and down the V-neck of her dress, not skipping an inch of her exposed skin. “You can move your hands, but no touching me,” I command as I remove my hand from her wrists. I use my hand to untie the halter portion of her dress, watching as it drops and exposes her lace-covered breasts. Her nipples are hard and pebbled against the fabric, the dusty color showing easily through the pale pink bra. I brush my tongue over one nipple, loving the friction the lace helps create. I can feel it harden against my tongue as I flick back and forth over it. I switch to the other one, paying it the same attention as moans start to fall from Jill’s lips. Her hands come up to touch my face, but just before she makes contact, her hands jerk back, balling into fists as she brings them back to her sides. “Good girl,” I praise her.

I reach behind her, finding the zipper and tugging it down. I help by placing her hand on my shoulder to steady herself as the dress falls from her body and she steps out of it. I toss it aside and take my fill of her sexy as fuck body. I reach down, adjusting my cock so it doesn’t dig into the zipper of my slacks. My cock might not like it, but he’s gonna have to wait. I’ve got some teasing and an orgasm or two to deliver before he gets to be the star of this show.

“Hands back on the wall,” I tell Jill, looking up at her from my position on my knees in front of her. The power play that is going on between the two of us in this moment is a fucking turn on. I watch carefully as she does as I’ve instructed. She’s standing in front of me in nothing but a lace bra and matching thong and some fuck-me heels that I hope are digging into my ass in a little while. “Are you ready to have your world rocked?” I ask, brushing my thumb lightly over her mound. I don’t press it directly on her clit and that has her body aching for me to do so.

“Yes,” she moans a little breathily.

I replace my thumb with my mouth, kissing her mound through the scrap of fabric that covers her. I slip a finger beneath, tugging it out of my way. My tongue traces her slit. She’s already so fucking wet and ready for me. I blow lightly against where my tongue just traced and watch as her body shudders from the cold air. I slide forward a little then hook one of her legs over my shoulder. With her open to me, I feast on her pussy. I lap at her before finally sucking her clit into my mouth and lashing at it with my tongue. Her cries of pleasure fill my ears as I slide two fingers deep inside her, finding her G-spot as my tongue works her clit. I know her body is about to crest over the edge, I can feel it start to flutter around my fingers, so I back off, releasing her clit and pulling my fingers back.

“Fuck, John!” she cries, her fingers digging into my scalp as she tries to move my mouth back to where she wants it.

“Patience, baby,” I remind her. “Hands back on the wall,” I instruct, and it takes her a few seconds to do as I’ve said. “How attached to this thong are you?” I ask her, running my fingertips along the top edge.

“What?” she asks, obviously my question has thrown her off.

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